Chapter 50: All Under Control, The Eve of Battle

The Chaotic Clock, transformed from the handle of the Heaven-Opening Axe, is, alongside the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner, one of the three supreme treasures of creation.

Setting down the Saint Cauldron, Ye Wushuang summoned it with a single hand, executing the Nine-Flavors Flame Control Art. The True Sun Fire, the Purple Emperor Heaven-Incinerating Flame, and the Purgatory Demonic Fire were simultaneously poured into it.

What surprised Jing Hu even more was that he could not discern Si Yuan's true realm of cultivation.

Yet now, he had already acquired the Rinnegan and Senju Hashirama's Sage Body, surpassing Senju Hashirama by a margin of three parts in both ninjutsu and chakra.

No, this will never do. Although I am utterly powerless to parry if they unite against me, I must still put up a desperate fight to avoid future regrets.

The White Zetsu, who was just about to attack Yamanaka Inoichi, froze involuntarily, his eyes filled with terror. After the masked man killed Zhang Ye, the surviving White Zetsu had already transmitted all the information outward.

Instantly, Ximen Zhan burst into a goofy laugh. It could be said that fools have all the luck; out of the ten treasures, as long as he knew their value, each one would be a colossal windfall.

Watching helplessly as Mother was taken away by the Buddha and Father was escorted away by the Four Heavenly Kings, I was left all alone, abandoned on the floor of the High Heavens—how wretched it was.

Though this matter sounds utterly snobbish, the rules of the game in reality are precisely so; everyone must abide by them.

The thousands of ghosts were originally coming straight for me, but now that the Ghost Taoist had pushed me right in front of them, they actually stopped attacking.

Looking at the familiar faces around Chen Fangping, Xia Xia found them completely unrecognizable compared to how she used to see them. Right now, they stood one by one behind Chen Fangping, the machinery in their hands gleaming in the bright daylight with the chilling, sinister light unique to cold steel—so terrifying indeed.

Upon going downstairs, she saw Sophie and Ye Rong sitting on the living room sofa. Ye Rong appeared completely casual, but Sophie maintained her vigilance the entire time.

Yet just as I passed Xinyu's room, I suddenly heard a click, and saw Xinyu's door being opened by Xinyu herself.

To my surprise, however, I did not find Yu Dingqian at his office, which suddenly made me realize a problem: these paparazzi had no fixed working or resting hours at all.

"Yun Zexiong, can you really pull this off? What kind of person is Zhang Yingying? She is the undisputed boss of the entire school! Isn't going there just asking for a beating? I think we should just find a teacher!" Zhang Honglei said with hesitation. In his view, even if I went, not only would I fail to save Wang Yandong, but I might also end up taking a severe beating for nothing.

Their reaction was actually quite normal, for how could they have ever imagined that I would actually know Wang Chunyang, and furthermore, that Wang Chunyang would treat me with such profound respect?

Ye Shishu let out a cold snort, her brows revealing a faint hint of murderous intent and disgust, and without lingering any further, she turned to leave.

Wen Jin's rapid-fire questioning completely dumbfounded me. Not knowing how to respond, I could only look at her and choose silence.

Gathering Yin energy in my palm once again, I pressed my hand against the mouth of the cave. Cuilan's final soul fragment must still be down below, and my energy slithered down along the aperture.

Ariel's threat was already abundantly clear. Towards this younger sister of his, even Caesar, hailed as Caesar the Great, could only nod in understanding. Though there were many brothers and sisters in the family, the only one who shared true blood ties and a close bond with him was Ariel.

Raising his head, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled—a young man with jet-black hair and amber eyes allowed the rain to wash over his face, the water eventually slipping through the gap in his collar to chill the skin beneath.